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320 pages, Hardcover
First published December 5, 2017
”Kill Darth Vader, and marry Voldemort,” Zoe finishes.
“What the hell?” Alex says. "That’s the exact wrong answer.”
I don’t want to participate, but I can’t stop myself: “Why would you want to marry Voldemort? Why would you not kill Voldemort?”
“I think-“
“No, literally, who chooses not to kill Voldemort?” Alex says.
“I think I could change the course of his whole life,” Zoe says simply.
“You don’t think you could change Darth Vader?” I say.
“Nah, girl, Padme tried."
“I feel like I would fuck Darth Vader, because he’s got like powers and stuff, you know?” Alex says. “How would the force factor in? How would we negotiate the suit and stuff? It’s a guaranteed wild ride from start to finish.”
“He is my small son”
𝅄 𓂃 𖥻 “Sometimes, around some people, I feel like I have to, like... try, you know? But with you—when I’m with you, I can just... exist. You know what I mean?” 𑇛 ۫
His eyes light up upon seeing the cookies. “Did you make them?”
“My sister did. They’re just the break-and-bake kind.”
“Those are my favorite.”
“No they’re not,” Victoria says.
“Hey, how about you head upstairs and start getting ready for bed?”
“It’s seven o’clock.”
“How about you head upstairs and just … stay there?”
They look at each other for a long moment and seem to be having some kind of nonverbal sibling communication. Finally Victoria sighs and steps away from the door.
“I get half of those cookies.”
“Did you ever want a brother too?”
“I already have one, remember?” he says, nodding toward Noah.
She reaches out and pats my shoulder awkwardly.
I blink through the tears. “What are you doing? What is that?”
She pulls her hand away. “I don’t know, I’m bad at this. Do you want a bottle of water?”
“What? Why?”
“I don’t know! They keep them in the car! And you’re like … losing fluids. I said I was bad at this.”
I let out a weak laugh.
“Hey, look at that,” Iris says, and she almost looks proud. “Maybe I’m better than I thought.”
I wipe my eyes on the back of my arm. “Maybe.”
// buddy (re)read with the gang
“Sometimes...around some people, I feel like I have to, like...try, you know?...But with you-- when I'm with you, I can just...exist. You know what I mean?”
ill keep you far away, from me like a star
hard not to fall for you, i gave you all my heart
“maybe i don’t think the first part is the best part. maybe i like the part later on. hearing a song so many times you know all the little ins and outs of it. experiencing something so many times that you can just … live in it. maybe i like that better.”
“if you only like one version of your favorite, then they’re not your favorite,” she says primly, and I can’t really argue with that.
“number six, best laugh. ever.” his eyes land on me, fix there for a moment. “when you make claudia wallace laugh, you feel like you’ve earned something.”
“Sometimes it's hard to know if something's for real? It's hard to believe it, even if you want it to be real. Even if you want it so badly. Sometimes it seems... safer, you know? Not to risk it.”“Your second Emma Mills’ book in two days?” I hear you cry! Yeah, I’m trash for her work, and I’m totally not ashamed of that fact. I need tooth-rotting fluff periodically throughout the year or else my soul will wither and decay, and I’m pretty sure Mills’ catalogue has more than enough to get me through even 2020’s challenges with a smile on my face. Honestly, I really don’t know how I’m going to cope once I’ve finished all of her books, and I’m not sure who else could write touching, light-hearted, and passionate YA contemporaries with awesome, breath-taking friendships and tight-knit, supportive family dynamics quite like her. Basically, I need Mills to write at least two books a year for the next decade, but as that’s not likely to happen any time soon, you shouldn’t be surprised if you see me re-reading everything she has to offer within the next six months. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of all of these characters, romances, and adventures that feel like they were written just for me.
So! Foolish Hearts starts off with our protagonist, Claudia, accidentally eavesdropping on the breakup of the school’s it-couple, Paige and Iris, at a party (she begrudgingly attends) one night. She’s caught by the latter once their fight is over, and despite Claudia’s apologies and promises to keep her mouth shut, Iris is determined to make her life a living hell. So, when Claudia’s thrown against her will into the class production of A Midsummer Night’s Dream alongside her newfound archnemesis, it all begins about as well as you'd expect. However, when she discovers Iris’ love of boybands, a beautiful friendship starts to blossom. And, if Claudia plays her cards right, love might be on the horizon with an unlikely, charismatic candidate…
“It just feels like..." Her voice is small. "Sometimes it just feels like I'm faking.” “Maybe everyone feels that way.”I’m always complaining about how criminally underrated strong and loving platonic friendships are in YA, which is why I’m so ride or die for Emma Mills – she writes beautiful, all-consuming friendships which are as important to the plot as her romances. Iris and Claudia’s relationship was so wonderful to watch unfold, and when I look back at the parts of Foolish Hearts I loved the most, it’s probably a scene that involves these two together.
“It's like a snort,” I say. “Like a snort chortle. It's a snortle.” He moves a little closer. “Is that a Pokemon?”Emma Mills also shines a spotlight on family dynamics in Foolish Hearts, and, of course, I was totally captivated by her realistic, healthy, and tear-jerking take on familial love. The relationship between Claudia, Julia, and Alex was like a breath of fresh air, and I hope Mills will tackle sibling relationships more often in the future because she’s terrific at this kind of rep. The three of them spent a lot of time together playing video games, and I couldn’t get enough of how wonderfully heart-warming and contented those scenes made me feel!! They were all so loving, and supportive, and attentive, and while they did fight occasionally, they would do anything for each other at the end of the day. Even though I wish they’d had a few more moments together throughout Foolish Hearts, the ones they did share were memorable and poignant. Julia, especially, was such a remarkable and nurturing character, and I can’t believe Emma Mills pulled that stunt during the last few chapters! I don’t think I’m ever going to emotionally recover…
“There's something soft in his expression that I don't know what to do with, so I take another drink and then say, 'There's also this wizard we really want to fight'.”
“It’s not like I want to date him,” she replies.
“But… then what else is there?”
“What else is there besides wanting to date someone? It’s fucking sad you have to ask that.”
“Not like—obviously I know in general, I just meant, like, in… boy band circumstances.”
“He is my small son,” Iris says, and even though the words coming from her lips are completely ridiculous, her expression is 100 percent serious. “I want him to be happy, and healthy, and to be with people he cares about, and do things that he loves. I want him to know how much he’s appreciated and how much he’s changed people’s lives by… just being who he is. And by helping us be who we are.”